It’s been a long, stressful week. Today has been better in that we received news, we won the renter’s lottery and will be moving into another place this weekend. It’s a cute two story with 3 bedrooms and 2 baths which is a step up we really needed. On the down side, this doesn’t do anything for the stress of packing up more than 20 years worth of stuff and getting it moved but at least there is a finish line in sight.
Another day packing and moving stuff into storage. If you ever wondered if you had gotten old and wimpy, try moving several decades worth of accumulated stuff and you’ll find out quick enough!
I think my oldest is trying to kill me with stress…
I had hoped for a quiet, productive day though I knew such was virtually impossible with all three children at home for the holiday break. First thing this morning my oldest got sick and passed out. Later he insisted on trying to eat a muffin which he promptly threw up all over the kitchen table, himself, and the floor… need I mention I am a sympathy puker?
So I had that to clean up, along with clothing, plus laundry I already had to do, plus dishes and various chores… oh, and I had a laptop to clean up and reinstall Windows, (which I am still working on).
So, over all a day I will be happy to forget!
Oldest fell at work, doesn’t seem too serious but had to go to the Emergency Room anyway. 😳
Two kids down with colds and I’m hobbling around after walking too far. I hope they feel better tomorrow because I don’t know if I’ll be able to get out of bed.
My youngest had is final Christmas Concert tonight. He looked very handsome and did an excellent job, his mother and I are very proud!
Sleep over tonight, four young boys with lots of energy and imagination. 😳
The good news… I have a job interview tomorrow afternoon.
The bad news… It will be with me presenting as male. All of my documentation still has me as male and anything I will need to sign will have to be with my birth name.
So essentially, if I get the job, I will need to start my transition over again or perhaps not at all depending on what I find out when I question their policies regarding LGBT issues.
The thing is, I will take the job if it is offered, regardless of the answers. At this point having money coming in simply more important. As much as I would love to be able to be choosy, it just isn’t realistic.
Back to the hospital. Second time in 48 hours.
I think it’s time to find some answers. Hopefully the doctors will agree.